I'm a Communist by day and a Catholic as soon as it gets dark.
Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.
It's not that the Irish are cynical. It's rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.
You made one mistake. You married me.
A general and a bit of shooting makes you forget your troubles ... it takes your mind off the cost of living.
There is no such thing as bad publicity except your own obituary.